Loved the images you have woven here. Somehow made me think of the time I was walking through the national wildlife sanctuary in Wayanad, trying to photograph the forest. Winter is awesome.
Loved the analogy Mnaiparna… and the word ‘detached’ for the dry leaves…speaks volumes … Its vivid too and thats one thing I ALWAYS love about your writing… the picture it paints .. clear and vivid yet not pushed … and in few words … Congrats! for the feat 🙂
A lovely comparison, beautifully made.
And then there are those autumn leaves that refuse to crumple silently as they age, and swirl in the air till they finally flew away with the wind. 🙂
autumn leaves sometimes can be fascinating, i recall wading through a flood of dry ‘chinar’ leaves in a park in Srinagar; and the leaves did not die for nothing, they were changed into a fuel for the ‘Kangari’, a fire pot used by common people to keep themselves warm in icy winter.
It is just not a heap of leaves, we see and ignore. You have weaved these fallen leaves into a beautiful thought, make us wonder about the journey of the gathered leaves…poetry comes from these ignored and generally overlooked smaller things and aspects of our observations…
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Loved the images you have woven here. Somehow made me think of the time I was walking through the national wildlife sanctuary in Wayanad, trying to photograph the forest. Winter is awesome.
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Thanks…glad you liked it. Though, I don’t like much cold.. 😀 but, yes winter is refreshing… 🙂
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The shades and the colour speaks for itself 🙂
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Very nice.
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Slowly I have started looking forward to the words whereas initially I would look at the picture first. Your words are changing my preferences 😀
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😀 thanks Mridula…I consider it as one of my greatest achievements 😀
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Lines complement as well as compliment the capture so aptly…
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Thanks Nabanita… 🙂
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Nice post!!
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Thanks 🙂
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Loved the analogy Mnaiparna… and the word ‘detached’ for the dry leaves…speaks volumes … Its vivid too and thats one thing I ALWAYS love about your writing… the picture it paints .. clear and vivid yet not pushed … and in few words … Congrats! for the feat 🙂
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Thanks Kokila…your words always inspire me…. 🙂 and your analysis about the poem is perfect… 🙂 ❤
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Nice capture and very meaningful lines to them.
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Thanks Indrani… 🙂
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A lovely comparison, beautifully made.
And then there are those autumn leaves that refuse to crumple silently as they age, and swirl in the air till they finally flew away with the wind. 🙂
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Indeed..the fallen leaves…forlorn and dried up…
Thanks for the lovely comment 🙂
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Nice one Maniparna. Lot of hidden treasures in that beautiful image and strong/beautiful words that you have written.
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Thank you so much… 🙂
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Beautiful Maniparna. It speaks in so many levels, right from the anaology to the image and the poetry. Homogenous indeed 🙂
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I find dried, old leaves very much similar to old people…others behaves as if they have ceased to exist..just don’t care about their presence 😦
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autumn leaves sometimes can be fascinating, i recall wading through a flood of dry ‘chinar’ leaves in a park in Srinagar; and the leaves did not die for nothing, they were changed into a fuel for the ‘Kangari’, a fire pot used by common people to keep themselves warm in icy winter.
nice poem
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I’ve seen ‘kangari’ .. 🙂 the leaves there light themselves up to provide warmth…a meaningful death ..we can say…
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The comparison is great! How people, having lived a good life, wait to embark the next journey!
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Right you’re..thanks a lot…great to know you liked the poem.. 🙂
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A beautiful pic..and equally beautiful words to match it 🙂
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Thanks you so much Renu 🙂
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Nice Analogy Mani.
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Thanks a lot shweta… 🙂
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Feel of the fallen leaves well expressed 🙂 especially when you said “Wandering mindlessly
Waiting to return to ashes.”
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Everything comes to an end….some day or another, we all have to stop singing the saga of life 😦
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Leaves turn to ashes…but is it not the beginning of another cycle?
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Yes it is..the cycle of life…but the end is a bitter one …be it leaves or human beings…. Thanks for dropping by.. 🙂
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looks cool 🙂
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Thanks 🙂
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The picture is simply out of the world so sedate and so meaningful. The thoughts in the poem are in perfect sync too.
Many thanks.
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Thank you so much Dilip …. 🙂
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lovely comparison of old leaves with old age 🙂
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Thanks a lot Ankita 🙂
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Beautiful thought young lady .. super like 😀
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Thanks a lot Anoop 🙂
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Interesting 🙂 is it like an Ode to Winter at Kolkata? 😀
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Winter in Kolkata means 12 C at the most 😀
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sounds worth checking out 😀
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It is just not a heap of leaves, we see and ignore. You have weaved these fallen leaves into a beautiful thought, make us wonder about the journey of the gathered leaves…poetry comes from these ignored and generally overlooked smaller things and aspects of our observations…
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True….we weave words garnering experiences them from our everyday life and observations… thanks a lot 🙂
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